ok, so this morning, after i left off my middle child at the wrong door at the wrong time, npr ran a piece about the poet ogden nash, who was born 100 years ago today, and in whose honor a new stamp is being released, complete with tiny poems on each stamp that require a magnifying glass to read. i cannot remember poetry well, but the one read this morning that i CAN remember went like this:
the lord above he made the fly,
and then forgot to tell us why.
nash was famous for short snappy little bits of poetry rather than intensive or long tomes.
i have pondered my blog about friends who went to college to find husbands, and feel quite grateful that i didn't fall madly for ernst until the very week i finished graduate school. how is that for 'meant to be.........?'
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